Page 127 of Fury
He stared at her. “You should be protecting me.”
“I’m gonna pick up a bartender shift or two this week,” she said.
“I don’t want you going to the club alone?—”
She barked out a laugh. “Why not?”
“We’re partners.”
“I’m out.” She headed toward the front door. “Thanks for letting me swing by.”
He grabbed his key, pulled up alongside her.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I’m following you home,” he replied. “If I can lift a clear pic of Greg, I’ll run it through Stryker’s IDware.”
“He’s keeping his head down for a reason,” she replied before stopping at his front door. “Over the next coupla days, I’mworking the missing persons cases. We should sync up once I know more.”
“Dinner, my cruise ship.”
Outside, the night was still, the chirping crickets reminding her of summers gone by. Of a happy childhood and two loving parents.
A sadness fell over her.
He followed her home. In her driveway, she flipped him off. Even in his darkened truck cab, she couldn’t miss his smile.
Despite everything, his smile still turned her inside out.
Once inside, she watched from the front window as he drove away. For the first time in fifteen years, he took her heart with him. And like all those years ago, there was nothing she could do about it.
Absolutely nothing.
Carrera
At just aftereight in the morning, Carrera rode the elevator to the top floor of the J. Edgar Hoover building. He had no idea how the first day in his new position was gonna work, exactly. He hadn’t resigned as a Special Agent, hadn’t told his boss either.
Of one thing he was certain. Scant few would like the power he now wielded.
Too fuckin’ bad.
Years earlier, when he and Rebel had first met at Quantico, they’d formed a fast friendship. Through the ranks at the Bureau they rose. After Rebel went undercover, he encouraged Carrera to give it a try.
Carrera had taken Rebel’s suggestion, and he loved it. When Dakota had talked to him about joining ALPHA, he wasn’t ready to leave the Bureau. Playing the bad guy intrigued him.
In the last year, the jobs he did for his cousin were his hot button. Playing both sides of the law was risky, but he loved every damn minute of it.
My Jekyll and Hyde life.
Upon exiting the elevator, he held his card against the reader by the locked glass doors. The light stayed red.
That’s great.
He caught the eye of the receptionist. She hurried over. “Deputy Director Santini, good morning. ID not working?”
“Tina, right?”
“That’s me.”
